Poetry
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five oclock’s the first to leave
five oclock’s the first to leaveit also goes out through the staffonly doorits mouth’s a horn it leaves behindits voice is the sound of the hornits word is its voice that goes out in the rainthat goes through the rainwithout an umbrella without getting wetit wraps itself around the parking lotit gets into parked cars Continue reading
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the hipwaders
after you’ve movedthe pipes through the thigh deepdew and drops of riverwater hunched on the grassblades on the leaves on the cornhusks when you come in leavethem out Continue reading
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in a driveway
in a drivewayfar in the north of the cityat an hourin one of the long nights whenbedroom windows in the house next door becomelightbulbsa gallon of blood pulls open a car dooras the kids next doorbegin to dress for school returnthemselves to the levis they wore yesterdaythe blood turnsbends itself at the knee shapesa skirt Continue reading
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it was a day like any
it was a day like anythrough the upstairs hallway most of the afternoon had passedall the doors out of the daylit hours remained closedin the time behind one of those closed doors i sleptread studied wrote talked to myself sleptthen the habit of the years was brokenas the late afternoon sun litthe hallway through a Continue reading
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yesterday’s birth was bred
yesterday’s birth was brednine months ago or sono bullleft handforearm almost to the elbow plastic baggedpushed into the cow through the asscervix graspedneedle in the right handthick as a slender finger pushedinto the cow through the vulvathrough the cervix in the handinto the muscle skinnedbag the uterussemen in the needle releasedbull in the semen turnedloose Continue reading
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i want the coffee
i want the coffee to come to my cup madeto be cherished and enjoyedlike a mother knitted sweaterso tell me always how mariaand the many who bringpails full of cherry babies pickedfrom coffee plantspour them outover the hundreds of thousandsthe millions who sleepalready in the bed made for them on the concrete pad patio under Continue reading
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we watched
we watchedthat starless moonless horizon riseup like a curtainthe slow fade of the night i’d have rather watched the slow dawn from the preshow dark in the theatrewe watched the slow daybreak go up the plain as a stage revealeda set furnishedacross with chevaux de frise 1 with a few trees their historiestheir futures in Continue reading
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yard dog
yard dogopen your eyesopen the full measure of sorrow that isthe touch of basset in youthat sorrow will neither increaseto your eyes norwhen you gallop up the driveway bark joyat the return of the car that carried awaythe bossman the wife the son the daughterwhen you run and leap the happy lab in youin circles Continue reading
About Me
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